In Shadows Miscast

when i arrived the first time
it felt like i’d passed the
the exit sign a few
too many times

and each time round the skies mixed up their
faces makin’ the birds graze our tree tips
midst the spread of heart’s evils
through heart shaped holes
punched in all the
missing people,

i’ve knelt in shit
for missing
steeples
.

image: https://fineartamerica.com/art/digital+art/blood+stain

image https://www.masterfile.com/search/en/painting+of+boy+kneeling

Bar Band in Low Demand

frontman with no front teeth
croons his demons loose for
an empty crowd o’ chairs
in some tavern
band,

and numbed down drummer, trips all
over his beat until it sweeps the
lost soul from each
empty seat,

band’s one note song begs
repeat ’til no end on
these endless
days

and unplugged jukebox
in the corner never
even asked to
play.

image: https://www.imagekind.com/art/Jukebox-Saturday-Night_art?IMID=32528e55-d9d5-40ba-859e-1073e51e6d56

image: https://www.amazon.com/Band-Musicians-Rock-Music-Lover/dp/B01AL7MTPA

Dinner Host (the Table's Ghost)

a fresh corked bottle stands up
in the middle of undressed
table and gathers dust
like dinner guests,

and not a scrap falls below our
level elbows to the unrest
of gaunt n’ roving
graveyard
pets
,

but the gristly feast ain’t
over yet, and i know this
cause popped cork
just grazed my
sober head.

image: https://www.newyorker.com/tech/annals-of-technology/how-science-saved-me-from-pretending-to-love-wine

image:https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/274015958550231495/

Gold Leaf Tea

turned in the killer n’ all
his money just before
it made me

ugly and greed paid me to be
the kind of man who’s skin
glows green when talkin’
down all that’s light
and sunny,

from so many trapdoor skies
above me, for they all drop
now so golden bricks
n’ heavy

its harps and heavens
still avoid me.

well i’m here if they ever wanna
knock on bark and join me
in my tree knot for a
warm-up cup o’
gold leaf
tea.

image: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/golden-tea-party-n-segal-.html?product=greeting-card

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/334251603596944540/

Pale Birds of Heather

the pale birds of
haunted heather

have flown the flue for
a tall glass o’ fresh
squeezed water

and palms of pleasure’s balmy coves
somewhere other than home
where trimmed branches
warp in droves,

she fails in freeing clipped wings
time’s sewn into sofa’s
leather,

n’ wipes her blue nose on
old starchy cloth she
calls new clothes
.

image: https://www.ecopetit.cat/ecvi/oxhbxx_birds-flying-smoke/

image: https://www.artpal.com/alan1?i=50588-10

My Flaming Flower

outta old man’s old
cryin’ pan into
the drier,

fluffy cycle on repeat ’til
the sneaky snuggle’s
caught fire,

stand center stage in
flaming flower, for
there’s no sight n’
scent, lighter
on higher,

like i soaked in tub with
girl’s hairdryer.

image: https://www.amazon.com/Fire-to-the-Flower-Explicit/dp/B07GF5CYV4

image: https://www.quora.com/What-are-one%E2%80%99s-chances-of-surviving-after-being-electrocuted-in-the-bathtub-if-a-hair-dryer-radio-heater-etc-should-fall-in-the-water

Night Train (A Whistle through Veins)

varied configurations
of the same concept

still yielding piss n’ salt
enough to mix up
the results

and if i’m known to my few friends for my best
and they just bury the rest, my floating
body still sees no stop nearin’
for broken road’s
rest,

i’ll pull the cord, sound the
whistle n’ wait here
anyway

leavin’ the rest
to mess with
fate.

image: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/boy-on-a-train-joel-smith.html

image: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Railways_Mark_1

pour a lil' more in there, cowboy.

rush the course and boot
the horse as least ugly
race-day habit,

grab at hands in skies, luke
but use your force only
with gentler purpose,

stopped a buckshot with my scrawny
teeth n’ now i’m stuck sippin’
slow at snow meltin’
as milkshake,

more shivers n’ flake outs than
flexin’ tuff n’ hot stuff

n’ Dan shed his skin like life’s
ne’er been served up rough
enough.

image: https://m.imagekind.com/Tired-Horse_art?IMID=d20895c4-4abd-48f3-b0cf-3fb99ca8c338

image: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/lost-horses-hseyin-takn.html